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"Practice" is a track by Warhol.SS, from the album STUDIO 54, released 30th January 2026. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] (Mousha, stop asking me to send) Uh, damn, uh, damn Damn [Chorus] I been that nigga, I ain't doin' no frontin', I made me a way when I ain't see nothin' She ain't my ho, but I treat her like Roxy, one more pink and I might be done (I might be done, yeah) I need front end, COD (Uh, uh), pay me the difference when I hit the back (When I hit the back) Lil' nigga play, you reach, I teach (Uh, uh), we had him pissin', I brought out the MAC (Yeah) Can't be fucked with or be played (Uh), I'm way too tainted, my heart got a crack (Crack) I'm in the game, we shootin' to kill (Uh, uh), I did all this, they talkin' 'bout practice (Ayy) [Verse] These niggas buyin' the shit and gettin' high on the shit, he gotta be trappin' backwards (What the fuck?) I like ratchet shit in my nature, 'bout these hoes, he found a casket (Phew) I got frostbite on my fingers and turnt my wrists up, Go Alaskan (Yeah) She a five-star with a basketball on her back (Uh), could win a pageant (Could win a pageant) You might see a few hoes with me, but she ain't special and I ain't tag her (Damn) I'm in a thumb war with my money counter, tryna see who count it faster (Damn) Think he that, he scarin' the hoes, he on some shit, I don't put it past him Suited up, I'm in my best, Balenci', Rick, I'm fresh, went past him (Phew, phew) Ayy, we don't see eye-to-eye, he must be fried, he freebasin' (What?) All that slick shit be my favorite, say my name, go keep hatin' (Huh, huh, huh) I see all this shit a lil' different, ain't how you see it, go paint a picture Put in work with mafioso, say my name, it's a free zipper Been the influence, I recognize it, I'm passin' jobs to niggas (Phew) Bro got J and big racks put up, but fuck it, he still robbin' niggas (He still ride with niggas) We got more nukes than Iran, that's why I can't be bothered with 'em We lay belt, it turned to a hobby, I beat him like his father hit him (Damn) [Interlude] I beat him like his father hit him, man, lil'-ass nigga (Uh, uh, uh) They can't fuck with us, man, a real dog, yeah (Ayy, ayy) [Chorus] I been that nigga, I ain't doin' no frontin', I made me a way when I ain't see nothin' She ain't my ho, but I treat her like Roxy (Huh, damn, damn), one more pink and I might be done (Damn, damn) I need front end, COD, pay me the difference when I hit the back (Phew) Lil' nigga play, you reach, I teach, we had him pissin', I brought out the MAC (What?) Can't be fucked with or be played, I'm way too tainted, my heart got a crack (Huh, what?) I'm in the game, we shootin' to kill, I did all this, they talkin' 'bout practice (Huh, talkin' 'bout practice)
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